Showing His Credentials, Sudden Attack

"Come sit."

Bibi Dong walked over to the Gilt Chair at the side and sat down with poised elegance.

Ji Wushuang walked over, but instead of sitting, he first poured Bibi Dong a cup of tea.

"After traveling so hard for so many days, are you hungry?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Ji Wushuang smiled. "I can just go back and eat."

"Have your meal here with your teacher." Bibi Dong's voice rang not only in Ji Wushuang's ears, but also reached the maid outside the hall.

Having served her for many years, the maid immediately understood.

"Then this disciple won't stand on ceremony." Ji Wushuang smiled faintly, feeling relieved inside.

That soul bone had originally been meant for Bibi Dong, but he had not expected it to help get him out of an awkward situation as well. It had truly been put to the best possible use.

"Wushuang, tell your teacher what happened during the days you were away from Spirit City." Bibi Dong took a light sip of tea, her gaze remaining fixed on Ji Wushuang.

"Then this disciple will make a long story short..." Ji Wushuang was about to begin.

Bibi Dong suddenly said, "No need. Make a short story long. Be more detailed. Your teacher wants to hear the whole process."

"..."

Ji Wushuang recounted everything one by one: arriving at the target location, rescuing the Heaven Dou Empire soldiers, wiping out the Wolf Bandit Nest, reaching the entrance to the City of Slaughter, killing a group of Fallen Spirit Masters lingering there, and finally meeting Ghostly Charm halfway through the return journey with Ye Lingyuan.

By the time he had finished recounting it all, Ji Wushuang's mouth was dry.

"Drink." Bibi Dong poured him a cup of tea and handed it over, her eyes full of amusement.

"Thank you, Teacher." Ji Wushuang smiled slightly.

At that moment, a maid came in and said, "Your Excellency the Pope, dinner is ready."

Bibi Dong nodded, then looked at Ji Wushuang with a smile. "Wushuang, come dine with your teacher."

Ji Wushuang nodded with a smile.

Inside the dining hall, teacher and disciple sat facing each other. Looking at the travel-worn Ji Wushuang, Bibi Dong asked with a smile, "After going through this, do you understand now just how fortunate it is to be in Spirit City?"

"This time, Ye Lingyuan and the others were by your side to protect you. If you had acted alone, who knows how many dangers you would have encountered."

"Wushuang, you are still young. Only when you are capable of standing on your own will your teacher feel at ease letting you leave Spirit City by yourself."

Hearing this, Ji Wushuang pondered for a long while before saying, "Teacher, with my combat strength, I can look down on Spirit Masters of the same rank. Even if there were dozens of them, they would still be no match for me."

"Just like those Wolf Bandits. With a mere wave of my hand, I killed them as easily as chopping vegetables."

Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed as she said sternly, "Wushuang, you are far too arrogant! Remember this: underestimating your opponent is the same as underestimating yourself!"

"Your talent is no worse than mine, but you are only a Soul Ancestor right now. If you encounter more powerful Spirit Masters, and they want to kill you... tell me, how would you deal with that?!"

The more Bibi Dong spoke, the harsher her tone became. The smile on her beautiful face vanished completely, and her expression returned to its previous severity.

"But isn't there you, Teacher? I believe you'll definitely send people to protect me in secret, right?" Ji Wushuang said with a cheeky grin.

Bibi Dong's cold expression froze. Then her face darkened, and she said icily, "You're thinking too much. I won't send anyone to protect you! If you insist on leaving Spirit City, whether you live or die is none of my concern!"

With a cold snort, Bibi Dong rose and walked to the doorway. With her back to Ji Wushuang, her figure looked somewhat slender beneath the moonlight.

Countless thoughts ran through Ji Wushuang's mind. He stepped forward and said, "Teacher, Teacher, don't sulk over there. It'll damage your liver and isn't good for your health. It might even make you ugly. Come sit down. Whatever it is, we can talk it over properly."

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched slightly, and her hands clenched unconsciously. She dearly wanted to find out just how hard Ji Wushuang's skull was, for him to dare speak to her like that.

The moment she turned around, before she could say anything—

Ji Wushuang directly put his hands on her, grabbing her hand and wrapping an arm around her waist as he tried to guide her back to her seat.

"It seems your teacher has indulged you too much, making you bolder and bolder." Bibi Dong glanced at Ji Wushuang, yet she did not resist. Otherwise, with Ji Wushuang's ability, how could he possibly move her?

Ji Wushuang took advantage of the situation to curry favor, gently kneading Bibi Dong's shoulders as he said with a smile, "Teacher, you can't keep me in Spirit City forever just because the outside world is full of danger. An eagle must spread its wings and soar. What kind of eagle keeps hiding in its nest?"

"An eagle? You?" Feeling the pleasantly sore sensation from her shoulders, Bibi Dong first frowned, then relaxed. Her breathing gradually quickened.

"What's wrong with me? Am I not an eagle?" Ji Wushuang summoned the Peerless Sword Casket and four Spirit Rings. Multicolored light shimmered above his head, while dark-red light emerged over both hands. He then stepped back two paces, his expression turning solemn.

"Open!"

The Peerless Sword Casket rattled as it opened to both sides like a peacock spreading its tail. Apart from the Great Bright Vermilion Bird, the other twelve swords trembled wildly, their cries ringing like thunder as they gathered power, ready to strike.

"Teacher, turn around and look at this loadout of mine. I may not be invincible under heaven, but I'm definitely invincible among those of my rank!"

"I even killed a Twenty Thousand Year Wolf Bandit with ease! Teacher, a Twenty Thousand Year Wolf Bandit should be comparable to at least a Soul King-level expert, right?"

With the help of the sixty-thousand-year Holy Illusory Demon Ape soul bone, along with the External Soul Bones in the form of the Titan Giant Ape's left and right arms, Ji Wushuang's Spiritual Power was now comparable to that of an ordinary Soul Saint, as was the strength of his body.

As for combat ability, he had spent years engaging in practical sparring with an unfathomable Titled Douluo like Bibi Dong, giving him exceptionally rich combat experience. Now, having just undergone a baptism of blood, neither his combat strength nor his life experience could be judged by ordinary standards.

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes as she watched the high-spirited Ji Wushuang.

This was her masterpiece as well.

"Wushuang, you are good in every way, but you have now revealed a new flaw—one even your teacher had failed to notice before. That is... you have become proud and arrogant!"

Bibi Dong silently appeared behind Ji Wushuang. Her jade-like hand settled gently on his shoulder, seeming to exert no force at all. Yet the instant it landed, everything Ji Wushuang had summoned vanished in an instant. His eyes lost focus, and he toppled backward directly into Bibi Dong's embrace.

"But fortunately, it can still be remedied."

Bibi Dong looked down at the unconscious Ji Wushuang, raised a hand to gently stroke his sharp, handsome face, then shook her head with a smile. "You can't even withstand one palm strike from your master, yet you call yourself an eagle? You're more like a little chick."

"You still need to train by your master's side for a few more years. Wait until you break through to Titled Douluo before you start thinking about going out to gain experience."

"You're still far too green."

Bibi Dong held the unconscious Ji Wushuang in her arms. After thinking for a moment, she carried him toward her bedroom.

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